I think I have pneumonia. When I get out of bed to clean up some disaster or chase a toddler or simply look busy because I have one of those "I never stop even when I'm at death's door so I don't understand why you should" husbands (he's a phenomenal guy but how do you rest amidst all that noisy cleaning?), I end up yelling at everyone because I'm so resentful that I don't get to rest.